[M/F m/f Greg/Marcia Incest]
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is part of my collection of stories entitled The Brady Bunch Incest Files, which follows the premise that Greg and Marcia were incestuious lovers throughout the run of The Brady Bunch and the spin-off seriess. If this type of story offends you then please don't read it.
Teaser: This story takes place during "The Brady Girls Get Married." Greg and Marcia can't sleep and spend the night before her wedding reflecting on their past relationship and contemplating the future.
* 1980 *
Jan slumbered quietly in her sleep. Her dreams were filled with memories of her choldhood in the Brady home, and her future as the wife of a successfull college profesor, Philip Covington III.
Next to Jan, her sister, Marcia Brady couldn't sleep. Tomorrow was her wedding day as well. She was getting married to the greatest guy in the world, Wally Logan, but all that she could think of was how this would change her relationship with her brother Greg.
* 1970 *
"Dammit Greg, we don't have time to be playing games, we've got to finish cleaning the house, by four o'clock when the rest of the family are supposed to get home from their camping trip."
Greg was going through a spell of teenage-itous as of late, and Marcia was very annoyed, because even though Greg was her older brother, he kept acting in an irresponsible way. He would much rather enjoy playing games or fooling around instead of doing what needed to be done.
"C'mon Marsh lighten up, you act like such a square." Greg was tired of Marcia's unwillingness to have a little fun. It wasn't like they couldn't finish all their chore's by four.
"Greg, it's ONE THIRTY! That means it's only two and a half hours until they get home, and you remember the last time I didn't finish my chores," She pleaded. "Do you really want that to happen to both of us?"
He remembered quite vividly. She had been grounded from TV and other after school activities and had to miss the family ski trip.
"I don't like Skiing. Besides, that was your own dam fault!" Greg responded with a bemused grin. "If you hadn't been staying up all night writing that love letter to Felix Brown, you wouldn't have been assigned all of those extra chores in the first place!"
"Shut up! I was NOT writing a love letter to Felix Brown! I was writing that letter go get dad nominated for Father Of The Year, and you know it!" she retorted.
Marcia's anger was swelling up inside of her; how dare keep bringing up Felix brown! She didn't even like him and Greg knew that! Why did were boys so inconsiderate of girls's feelings?
Her attack was so sudden that Greg didn't have time to react. Within seconds she was on top of him flailing away in anger. However, Greg's moment of surprise was short-lived and now he clearly had the advantage. He rolled to his right bringing Marcia with him so that she was now underneath him. Then he pinned her arms to the floor. Greg didn't know why she even tried fighting him, he and Marcia both knew that he could kick her ass in seconds.
* 1980 *
It was no use just tossing and turning there all night. Marcia crawled out of her bed and headed to the kitchen to make herself some hot chocolate. Perhaps the warm milk would cure the insomnia.
* 1970 *
"Let go of me!" Marcia squealed. She knew Greg could beat the snot out of her, but she was so angry that she felt that maybe this time she could take her jerk brother. But as usual she was wrong.
"Why should I?" he asked "You started it, I'm just gonna finish it."
The truth was, Greg loved feeling her soft body squirming beneath him. He'd always enjoyed fighting her, but ever since Marcia started developing tits, he would find excuses to get into fights with her just to feel her soft flesh against him. They weren't very big yet, but they were deffinitely there. He often fantasized about reaching out and caressing the delicate orbs that had started to develop on his younger sister's chest only months before.
"I'm sorry Greg, just let me go."
While she sounded desperate to be set from Greg's grasp, secretly Marcia enjoyed having his muscular body hovering over her. She felt a little guilty about her feelings for her brother; how she enjoyed his smell, about how much she enjoyed his large hands holding her down and how she absolutely loved the way his hard on pressed into her thighs.
*Why am I so worried about?* she thought to herself. *It's not as if he's REALLY my brother.* With that, she smirked to herslef.
Greg saw her smile. *Shit, she can probably feel my dick* Greg thought. He was worried she might get angry about how his body was responding to his sister's, but perhapse he didn't need to. He also felt very guilty for his less than brotherly feelings for Marcia, but even though all of this was running through his mind he still couldn't bring himself to lift up off of his sister. After all, she wasn't REALLY his sister, and besides she seemed to be enjoying it too.
Marcia was having similar feelings, she didn't want her brother to know that she enjoyed having him pressed against her, but she didn't want it to end either. Her breath quicken and she could feel Greg's breath quicken also.
There was a long moment of silence between the both of them as they just lie there on the floor together. Neither one wanting to give up this moment, and neither one knowing what to do next. It wasn't like he was REALLY her brother.
* 1980 *
Marcia sat at the kitchen table sipping the hot chocolate, hoping that the lactose in the milk would take the edge off of her insomnia. As she stared into the dark brown liquid in her mug, she absently began fidgeting with her engagement ring.
* * *
Up in his bedroom, Greg couldn't sleep either. He had been tossing and turning since his head hit the pillow. At first he thought that it had to do with the finals that he had just taken in his pre-med program, but the more he continued to try to convince himself that that was it the more his thoughts went to Marcia. She was getting married the next day and he had very mixed feelings about that.
He'd had more than brotherly feelings for her since the day that he had met her in the spring of 1969. He'd managed to keep them in check all the time their parents were dating. But once the girls had moved in, it had become increasingly hard to control - let alone hide - them from her and the other family members.
Then, one day about a year after they met, things had come to a peak between them when they discovered that they'd been harboring similar feelings for eachother and mutually decided to act upon them.
* 1970 *
The feelings of arousal were too much for them. Almost involuntarily Greg's hips started to move, and before he knew it, he was dry humping his sister. He was afraid that she might realize what he's doing and scream, but he was surprised when she smiled and began humping back at him.
This was a dream come true for Marcia, she was so happy she thought she would pass out. She'd never been this aroused in her life, and even though it was just dry humping she was still enjoying herself immensely. The fact that this was her "brother" only served to heighten her arousal. But she tried desparately to keep Greg from knowing that.
Greg leaned forward and lightly kissed his sister on the lips.
"Stop." was Marcia's weak protest.
Greg said nothing as he began kissing her ear and neck.
"Greg, I - uh, stop . . . .uh . . . " The fight was leaving Marcia, and she figured what ever happened would just happen.
* 1980 *
It was no use tossing and turning. Greg gave up trying to sleep and rose from his bed and headed down toward the stairs. Perhaps some hot chocolate would help him sleep.
As he walked through the living room, he stopped for a moment and remembered the first time he'd had been with Marcia.
* 1970 *
Greg began kissing lower and lower on her body, starting with her neck and moving downward. He lifted Marcia hips so that he could remove her pants, followed close behind by her panties. Once they were removed, he immediately began admiring her peach fuzz covered cunt. Eventually the image and musky smell were too much for him and he began licking the lips of her pussy.
She didn't tast fishy, like one of his older friends told him that girls did. Instead she tasted sweet and tangy. He began to lick her more vigorously and was rewarded when she started to get wet.
Marcia's breaths came out in gasps, she began grinding her hips into his face. She couldn't believe she was doing this it was so nasty -- so wrong -- so good! The idea of her older brother eating her was feeding her arousal. Her knees were wabbling and she wasn't far from a tremendous orgasm.
Greg was amazed at how wet she was and how good she tasted. He was rewarded by a gus of fluid, which he eagerly lapped up. He had thought about eating her before, but he couldn't believe he was between his sister soft white thighs.
Greg easily slid two fingers into her, and pushed his face deeper into his sister's crotch and began liking her stiff clitoris.
The stimulation drove Marcia insane with pleasure, as this was the first time anyone had ever done anything like this to her. Suddenly she stiffened and her back arched into the air, Greg was almost suffocated when her legs clamped shut on his head, trapping him. Her orgasm swept through her and on to his face and waiting tongue.
Finally she collapsed back on to the floor and released his head from between her legs. Still not word was uttered as Greg moved up and kissed her again, allowing her to taste her own orgasm.
"Thank you," Marcia told him.
"No," he responded. "Thank YOU!"
They both smiled and lay there for about half an hour or so. Then the got dressed and did their chores; finishing just before the family got home.
* 1980 *
Marcia was scared plain and simple. She couldn't understand herself, she knew that she loved her fiancé absolutely, and only the night before she had been looking forward to this day. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she was leaving her brother behind.
She knew how silly it sounded, but she and her brother shared a special relationship that he knew would be changed forever the moment she said those two words "...I do."
She knew once she was married, her relationship with her brother would also be changed forever, and that terrified her. Greg had been more than a brother. He had been a friend, and her first and - so far - only lover.
* 1970 *
After the first incident, they both agreed that they had been turned on a great deal by the risk of being caught and resolved to try it again.
A few days later they got an opportunity. The rest of the family had gone to do other things, and as soon as the cars had left the driveway, the two eldest Brady kids had made B-lines for the Girls's room. As soon as she had closed the door, Greg leaned forward, and brought his face close to Marcia's. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, and he could feel every part of him reacting to the sensation.
He pressed forward and their lips met. He'd never felt anything quite as wonderful as kissing his sister. He didn't know how to feel about it, part of him was just as scared as Marcia, but part of him had never felt so content. Kissing his sister felt so right, even though everything that he had ever been taught told him that it was wrong.
Greg slid closer to her. Their skin touched. Greg enjoyed the softness of her touch, she was so soft, the sweetness of her smell and the excitement all together at that moment made Greg the happiest guy on earth.
He felt the familiar stirring of his arousal, and momentarily worried that he might come in his pants. Marcia's breasts pressed tightly into Greg's chest, her stiff nipples burned holes in to his skin. His hands reached up as best they could being so tightly pressed against Marcia.
He cupped a breast in each hand, admiring the smooth curves and soft feel of them, they were very firm and about a handful in size. He had always wanted to feel her breast like this, he often imagined touching her and now it was like a dream come true. Marcia stood facing Greg, she slowly unbuttoned her top and let the soft cotton blouse fall from her shoulders.
Greg could feel his cock straining against his jeans, he had no idea of how much more he could he take. Marcia extended an arm towards Greg.
"Could you help me with the strap?" She asked, gesturing to her bra and turning to face away from him.
Greg clumsily fumbled with the clasp, he was so excited and his hands trembled, but some how by an act of God he was able to unhook the clasp.
She turned around to face him and let her bra fall towards the floor. Her breasts jutted out proudly from her chest.
Greg could do nothing but lick his lips and stare in awe. This was his first time seeing her breasts up close and in the flesh, even though he had peeped at her in a few times and felt them through her clothing many time's over the last few weeks. Nothing had prepared him for the sight in front of him.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
He just nodded silently
Marcia allowed him to take his time and admire her body, although she was nervous as this was her first time going all the way with a boy.
When he managed to regain his composure, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
She nodded excitedly, her blue eyes shining brightly back at him.
"More than anything," she stammered.
That was all of the encouragement that he needed. Greg leaned forward and took one of Marcia's chocolate colored nipples into his mouth, he sucked gently swirling his tongue around her stiff nipple.
"How about we lay down." Marcia said in between gasp and moans.
Greg wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered them down onto her bed. Marcia's bottom coming to rest on his hard erection.
"Looks like you're ready for action." Marcia said with a slightly surprised look on her face. Greg looked up and smiled.
Marcia reached down and untucked his shirt from his pants. When it was over his head, she tossed his shirt into the pile with her blouse. Then she began unbuckling his jeans and pulled down his zipper. Her left hand reached into his fly and she gave his cock a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft moan.
Marcia slid off of the bed and knelt in front of him, tugging his jeans down past his ankles. Then she stood admiring his slightly athletic build. She loved his physique.
She moved back up on him, straddling his waist. She began kissing and sucking on his chest, her nails gently raking across his abdomen.
Greg sat up lifting her with him, he unbuttoned her skirt from the back and slid it down to her knees. He then laid her on her back so that he could remove the skirt completely. He reached up and took hold of the elastic waist band of her panties, her skin felt so soft that he could have stayed there all afternoon caressing her, but the blonde triangular shaped patch between her legs beckoned him to move forward.
He moved up and kissed her again. She parted her lips and pressed her tongue forward. Greg's tongue began to imitate hers, and soon their tongues were wrestling each other. He positioned himself between Marcia's legs. He eased down his boxers, grabbed hold of his throbbing cock, and in one fluid motion he entered his sister.
Marcia was very wet and his cock slid easily back and forth inside of her. Greg felt as though his cock was caught inside of a hot, velvet, vise. Greg's thrust became more urgent, Marcia wrapped her legs around Greg's waist and pressed the heels of her feet into his ass pushing him deeper inside of her, untill he felt resistance.
That was it. He was pressed against her virgin cherry, and for a moment he had second thoughts. He was about to deflour his sister; take her virginity. Did he really want do do that? Was he letting his lust irreparably damage his relationship with his YOUNGER sister? He was almost 15 and she had recently turned 13. Were they realy ready for this? Was he taking advantage or her?
All of his doubts evaporated, however, when she contracted her vaginal mustles, squeezing his cock, and gave him that famous "Marcia Brady" smile or hers. He slowly started to move inside of her, and she reciprocated.
Marcia began gyrating her hips and pushing them forward to meet Greg's thrust.She felt a sharp pain when her cherry was broken, but it was offset by her arousal.
He increased his tempo and power even more and before long they were screwing for all they were worth. Beads of sweat covered them both.
"Oh, God Greg, oh God!" she began screaming over and over again as her orgasm sent her crashing over the edge.
Greg felt the familiar tingling at the base of his spine, he thrust deeply into his sister once more and began unloading his cum into his sister. He collapsed onto his sister and then rolled them both onto his chest.
"I love you Marsh." He spoke softly brushing her hair which was now wet with sweat from her eye's.
"I love you too Greg," she whispered back.
That was the first of many encounters.
* 1980 *
When Greg's thoughts came back the his present situation, he continued on his way to the kitchen.
As he entered, he was surprised to see Marcia sitting at the table.
"Oh, hi," was all that he could say.
She looked up toward him as he came into the dimly lit room and asked, "Would you like something to drink? The milk in the teakettle should still be warm."
"Thanks," Greg responded. "You read my mind."
As he moved over to the stove and prepared himself a cup he asked, "Couldn't sleep?"
"Nope," she responded. "For some reason I just tossed and turned until I couldn't stand to lie there anymore."
He finished making his cup and moved to sit next to her.
"Nervous? You don't need to be. Don't worry, the wedding will go over just fine."
"Yeah, I know, but there's more to it than that."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you're gonna think that this is crazy, but I can't stop thinking about how this will change our relationship."
"It's a big step, Marcia. If you don't think that you and Wally are ready-"
"No, not Wally's and my relationship." She interrupted.
Greg gave him a puzzled look.
"Our relationship," she corrected. " - yours and mine."
"Oh . . . I see." was all he could say as he stared into his cup of coco.
He was obviously uncomfortable with this revelation.
"I think you're just nervous." Greg responded. He didn't want to come between his sister and her fiancé's happiness.
"I . . ." Marcia was having trouble expressing her feelings, feelings of fear and sadness intermixed with excitement, joy, and love. Love for her brother and for her fiancé.
"Greg" she began again. "I'm just afraid...afraid of things changing between you and I."
"Of course it will change things between us!" he responded. "I'm sad about it too, but we have to move forward in our lives. Mom and dad want to see us both married with kids, and that can't happen if things remain as they are. It wouldn't work that way. We can't just keep screwing each other privately and then in public pretending to be brother and sister. You need to get married and lead a normal life and so do I."
Marcia let it all sink before speaking again.
"I'm just afraid of losing my brother . . . and lover."
"You won't be losing me as a brother. I'll always be here for you."
He let that sink in for a few moments and then responded, "Just think of it this way, you'll be losing a lover and gaining a husband. We knew this would happen since day one."
Marcia sat there thinking a long while.
"I just don't want things to change between us," she finally said.
"Things will not change, except that you will now have a husband and we won't be having sex anymore. Our bond will remain the same; but different."
There was a quiet silence between the two of them until Marcia decided to break it.
Even though she was still a little sad she was starting to feel better.
"Well," she responded; smiling. "How about me and my big brother get it on one last time before I get married."
"That sounds like a good idea." Greg answered with a grin.
They both rose and entered the deserted family room ajacant to the kitchen and sat down on the couch.
Reaching over, he kised her firlmy on the lips and unzipped her nightgown. The sweet smell of her pussy almost over powering him, as he eagerly peeled the nearly soaked panties off of his sister.
Once he had removed her nightgown and panties, he began kissing up her thighs. Greg loved performing oral sex on Marcia, she was so sweet, yet tangy, and he loved to hear her screech in pleasure as she came.
"Hmm Greg, I'm gonna miss my BIG brother," Marcia said running her hands through Greg's hair.
Greg made his way to her damp snatch and slowly slid a finger in her quivering hole. Then he pulled it out and licked it.
"I'm gonna miss my little sis too." he said sucking hungrily at his juice covered finger. He inhaled deeply taking in her sweet smell, then he dived in like a man dying of thirst would a pool of water. Greg pursed his lips and began sucking roughly on the hard button at the top of her juicy slit.
"Oh, Ahhh . . .mmm...yea." Marcia babbled almost incoherently.
Greg was enjoying himself, only the ache in his balls kept him from spending the whole night at his sister's slit. Reluctantly he pulled himself away from her hot hole, a bridge of saliva and pussy juice mixed connected his mouth with Marcia's hot box, his face covered in her secretions. He reached up and kissed Marcia on the lips, allowing her to taste her own wine.
He quickly unzipped his pants and sat down on the couch. His sister raised herself up and positioned herself over his cock. He pressed his cock at the entrance of her sopping wet cunt, and lowered her slowly onto himself until he was buried hard and deep into her wonderful pussy.
Greg remained still and allowed her adjust to his size before proceeding. After a few minutes, Marcia began making small circular motions with her hips, and Greg knew that she was ready for him to begin. He started with a very slow bump-and-grind motion. Marcia craned her neck and kissed Greg deeply as his hands massaged and kneaded her firm breast.
Greg wished they were in another position so that he could suck on her lovely tits, but moving would have meant him leaving Marcia and nothing short of a shotgun to his head that would make him pull out of her now.
"I love you Marsh."
"I love you too Greg."
All of a sudden Marcia stopped moving, her eyes stared directly into Greg's as her cunt locked down on his cock so hard that he thought she would rip it off, the pleasure was almost painful in it's intensity. She let out a small scream, and her pussy begin to pull Greg inside further.
This set him off and with incredible force, he blasted the contents of his balls into his sister. Marcia slumped back against him and then spun around facing him and lay her head on his chest.
"So you feeling better about getting married?" Greg asked with a smirk.
"I think so," she responded
"Good."
* * *
The next day at the alter, before becoming Mrs Wally Logan, Marcia stole one last glance at her "brother" .
She remembered the first time that she and greg had met, the first time they had fought and the first and last time that they had made love.
In the audience, Greg remembered how he had felt the first time he had seen her, how aroused he was the first time he had felt her breast under her clothing, and how she tasted the first time he had eaten her.
"Do you," the minister asked, "take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and obey him untill death separates you?"
"I do," she responded.
Under her veil, a tear streamed down her cheek.
*** THREE MONTHS LATER: ***
Greg was sitting at his desk in the dorms doing some studying. It was finals time again and he had fallen a bit behind in his reading. He had tried to forget about Marcia being married and spent far too much of his time partying with his friends. Now he was paying for it. He was so engrossed in his reading that he was startled when the phone rang.
He brought himself back to reality and answered it.
"Hello," he said weakly.
"Hi, Greg. It's Marcia. You sound terrible."
"Hi Marcia. Thanks a lot," he responded sarchastically.
"Is there somethign wrong?" she asked, concern showing in her voice.
"No, I'm just engrossed in my finals studying. That's all," he responded. "What's up?"
"Are you sitting down?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"I was at my doctor's today. I'm four months pregnant."
"Congratulatiions. You amd Wally must be thrilled! Have you told Mom and Dad yet! -- Wait a minute, you and Wally have only been married for three months?"
"Yep!" she responded. "Looks like my big brother is going to be a daddy."
Greg just sat there speechless.
The End